Several responses are typed and promptly deleted. All of them angry, argumentative, and positively vile. Mackenzie’s temper wears thin, but she soon comes to realize that there is nothing that should be said. This is a case of the pot and the kettle, and she’s made to executive decision to forsake the past and live in the now. Not forget. Just... not focus on it so goddamn always. So, her response is short. And while she is bothered, she refuses to let that shine through.

"Mhmm, I'm great." Feigned smile, cheeky at that. "And you? How are you, Tanvir? It's been a while, yes?" That was a completely normal answer and polite response, wasn't it? Just normal conversation between two 'normal' people...

The woman knows her name. Or at least the name she assumes is hers. The tall Scottish woman had called her Livia, as had the man with the mohawk. So she must know this woman, right? Livia appraises intently, the woman, through pale blue-green pools. A shower of photographs explodes forth in damaged psyche; a skateboard, converse sneakers, a photo of a young male with brilliant green eyes. A wealth of knowledge rushing forth from a single folder laying scattered amongst hundreds of others. They hadn't spent much time together in the past; the interactions, however, had been memorable.

"You could put it in your Corona, or use it when drinking Tequila...but Tequila is evil. Rabid monkeypires don't like them. They're great for monkey bites..." She rambles on about the small green citrus."You could use it for a pie, key lime curd, coconut and lime tarts, Laduree has some great recipes..." What else could one do with a lime? She ponders. "Oh! It's necessary when making salsa and ceviche! Do you not like limes...Tanvir?"

Tantan Binks
We got one guy that looks insanely uncomfortable and shady. Another, who looks like he might wear someone's skin. He might be now. Is he? The beard, but he's not much of a challenge. The stoner. Can't see his eyes anymore, he's so baked. And then the blonde. Thoughts?

Alright, he broke. But just this once. Just one more cigarette. Sh*t, he would just throw out the pack after this. He’d gone cold turkey for a whole week already, he deserved this.

Walking out of the corner store with the forbidden fruit in his hands, his fingers practically shook like leaves as he ripped the clear film from the package. It was just as he slid a single white, pristine stick from the box that he realized someone had approached him. Glancing up at the feminine voice, he laid eyes on a woman with extremely red hair.

Thrown off his single-minded momentum , it took him a second to respond. Grunting noncommittally, he offered the package to her just as he slid the cigarette between his lips. “Go ahead. I shouldn’t’ve bought these f*ckin’ things anyhow.”